Solar Flare.

I can feel again
sitting in an empty room,

staring at a blank slate while

hoping soon to make myself the same.

I can see again

the things veiled by my own eyes.

The sun is rising,

Jupiter is on his way.

Sometimes I dream of drowning,

fading away into my surroundings,

Surrendering to my soul,

sensing the Way.

If the ineffable is water,

I will be the fish.